Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Video killed the Radio Star

I have a love/hate relationship with technology. RM is a techie. He doesn't have the budget to be a true techie, but he generally loves tech gadgets. Case in point, the man is spending some of his Christmas money on night sight goggles. Yes, you read that correctly, night goggles... For camping... Now take my feeling about technology. I love my laptop and see the wisdom of the cell phone, though I use it only for emergencies. I like TV and appreciate the remote. (Especially since my father refused to upgrade to a TV with a remote and made me change the channels until I went away to college.) I like the power windows and junk on my car. I've gained an appreciation for DVD ROMs, DVD and CD Burners, and have downloaded MP3s on my computer. I use a digital camera. I have a blog. For the most part though, I can be a bit resistant. Here's some evidence of that: RM practically told me that he would stop dealing with my computer unless I got more RAM to make it go faster. My laptop's battery is toast, yet I'm having trouble coughing up the dough to replace it. RM downloaded some awesome software to make banners and buttons for the blog, but I haven't done anything about it. Now why do I really hate technology sometimes? Because sometimes the stupid stuff that's supposed to make your life easier is the bane of hell. It's taken three days to figure out why my new ipod shuffle (a bridesmaid gift from the wedding I just was in) and itunes wouldn't work on my computer. It's fixed now, but I now have problems with my firewall interfering with the use of MSN Messenger and Outlook. ARGH!!! I want to scream, I really do. So to distract myself from my technology woes, I present you with this meme that I've picked up. I actually saw this and played along on two other blogs, Laura's and Jess's. I'd love to hear what you guys come up with! It's lots of fun. If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL MEMORY OF YOU AND ME. It can be anything you want--good or bad--BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.


Blogger Stephanie said...

My favorite memory of you is when we were in junior high. You used to make up dance routines to really stupid songs and make me do them with you. That's why that Friends episode where Ross and Monica have the dance routine on the Dick Clark show made me laugh so hard I spit milk through my nose. It made me think of you!

1/10/2006 02:15:00 PM  
Anonymous Donni said...

What about the time you came over to my place and we went skiing? It was one of those perfect crisp mornings with fresh snow everywhere and we just dived in and ripped it up all day....and boy did that hot chocolate with rum go down a treat. That night we went to fondue and Claus the Austrian Ski Instructor tried to pick you up but you had fallen asleep at the bar......

1/10/2006 02:35:00 PM  
Blogger Christie said...

Ok, since we're all sharing memories...remember when we were walking your llama, Lorenzo, across the Golden Gate Bridge and you were almost tossed overboard by the evil green troll that approached us? Thank god I had the Magic Lasso of Wonderwoman and was able to pull you back over. I guess next time we'll have to remember to bring spare change for the Bridge Troll...either that or teach Lorenzo to spit on command. Take care!

1/10/2006 02:44:00 PM  
Blogger Laura said...

Remember when we were trying to use Kool-Aid to dye that beautiful alpaca yarn? The cats got into the Kool Aid and we ended up with pink and green cats! Thank goodness Kool Aid is nontoxic. (or is it?) To this day, Scout runs and hides when Kool Aid is being mixed up.

(I'm a total luddite. No cable or satellie TV, no cell phone, no ipod, my "fancy" computer belongs to my employer, and my digital camera was a freebie. Some day I will start to use cutting-edge technology.)

1/10/2006 02:54:00 PM  
Blogger rincaro said...

Ah... memory lane. All I know is the best thing about that night we spent in jail was the oatmeal they served in the morning.

1/10/2006 08:01:00 PM  
Blogger carrie said...

it wasn't fun at the time, but i still laugh thinking about our friend june's shotgun wedding. we rolled our eyes during the ceremony and the food was lousy, so afterwards we drove to denny's for the heaping "moons over my hammy" breakfast platters. but then your geo metro got a flat tire, and we had to get a ride home from a state cop. good times!

1/10/2006 10:42:00 PM  
Blogger candsmom said...

Happy New Year, Jennifer! Speaking of New Year's, remember that January first that we spent in Vegas during college winter break? Only we were so flat broke that we couldn't even play the nickel machines?! So you got up on the barstool and started belting out a really horrible rendition "My Way" and people started hooting and hollering and throwing coins in the cup near your feet. We managed to make a small fortune on the dime machines off your tips- enough for two all-you-can-eat breakfast buffets and a cup of Joe...which we split, of course! (I'll be back soon to catch up with all the posts I've missed...take care! :-)

1/11/2006 02:06:00 AM  
Blogger Laura said...

Hey Jennifer! Remember when we followed that band around for a few months while they were touring the Pacific Northwest? Just so the rest of you know, we were not like groupies or anything. Well, not exactly. The bass player totally had the hots for you, but you only had eyes for the drummer. Who only had eyes for the bass player. Man, there was a lot of yearning going on that fall.

1/11/2006 03:47:00 AM  
Blogger amylovie said...

I'll share the story of how we met. After your whirlwind romance with the international playboy ended, you decided to take a few months to "find" yourself in Europe. I was on my semi-annual Grand Tour, and I decided to stop in a quaint little yarn shop in Luxemburg to pick up some supplies. You had been in there all afternoon frogging the cursed boyfriend sweater you knit the playboy and looking for a pattern to use the yarn for. The rest is history.

1/11/2006 07:45:00 AM  
Blogger Whit said...

Ahhh... Jen, Jen, Jen. Are you sure you want me to share this with everyone? Okay, I won't. Instead I'll just say my favorite memory has to do with playdough, some knitting needles and 34 hours without sleep. Nuff said.

1/11/2006 09:06:00 AM  
Anonymous Jess said...

That Christie has it all wrong...everyone knows that Wonder Woman used her lasso to make people tell the truth - I saved you because I just happened to be flying by at that very moment in the WW invisible jet! ;o)

1/11/2006 02:24:00 PM  
Blogger Heather said...

I can't believe you have forgotten this! My fondest memory has to be of the cruise we took. Prior to boarding, we finally were able to spend our $1,000 (each) shopping spree pass at the LYS. Armed with our wonderful purchases, we spent the week lying on comfy chaise lounges looking out over the ocean knitting as our personal Brad Pitt & Jon Bon Jovi (hey, this is my memory) waiters brought us yummy snacks (all calorie free, of course) and pina coladas. Our husbands figured we needed a nice vacation alone, so they took the kids on a seperate vacation to the beach where they had such a wonderful time we didn't feel any guilt about the wonderful time WE were having. It was true bliss I tell you.

1/12/2006 09:42:00 AM  
Blogger Roxy said...

Well, I remember the time when we snuck into Scores in NYC and hid behind the stage curtains while the strippers ran back and forth past us. You were so drunk! When you came back from the restroom,after getting lost for 30 minutes, your underwear was on the outside of your jeans and it looked like th community body glitter jar exploded all over you. Needless to say, the bouncers were not amused and escorted us to the parking lot.


1/23/2006 05:47:00 PM  

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